“Look, the needle’s just in the beginning. I will not do you the favour of sticking it into you with a thrust, but I will slowly and with pleasure screw it in. That’s why these nasty needles have a small thread.”
With that she turned the needle deeper into my wart and I only remember screaming. Like screaming on a spit. Like a pig at the slaughter. Then I fainted.
I woke up again by an unbearable stench. I looked down at myself and the needle was still hanging in my nipple, without having pricked it completely. In the corner of the room Nero was sniffing urine by a lake with a large portion of excrement in it. I choked.
The negress was just putting the second latex glove over her hands when she noticed that I had regained consciousness. “Yes, disgusting stench, isn’t it! But it’s just right for you!”
The young man with the camera followed her while she took a large white cloth that looked like a piece of bandages or gauze bandage. With it she wiped Nero’s urine from the floor until the cloth had completely absorbed the stinking broth. She wrung it a little dry and then let the cloth slide into the dog’s excrement. Not deep, but exactly so that the cloth was now smeared with shit. She folded it carefully and then formed it into a small ball. With that she and the young man with the camera stepped towards me.
“Open up!”
I cried.
“I’m warning you!”
So I opened my mouth and let the unchangeable happen. The negress stuffed the greasy and stinking ball into my mouth and squeezed my jaws together. Immediately my body shook and I choked and coughed, but nothing came up except stomach acid anyway. I had not eaten solid food for more than two days.
When my choking was over, she closed my mouth with a wide piece of tape and continued her work on my nipple. I remained conscious as she slowly turned the thick needle into me. I could not scream and I was not capable of panic anymore. The only thought I had was to relax and not suffocate on the dog shit gag.
Also with the second needle, which she stuck into my other udder, I did not lose consciousness. Although I screamed with all my strength, swallowed the dog’s urine and faeces, which had meanwhile mixed with my saliva in my mouth and provided me with a constantly dripping stream of disgust; swallowed the mixture, which then burst out of my nose and caused mortal fears of suffocation. My bladder emptied uncontrollably beneath me. But I survived.
I survived the gag, the disgust, the pain and the needles in my udders. I also survived when the negress pulled out an electric cable and hit my udder with full force. I survived the first blow. I survived the second stroke. My skin on my breasts burst and with every further blow blood splashed into my face. I cried like a child, my nose secreted a stinking broth of tears, urine and dog shit, I bit my tongue, I bit my cheek hard until I was bleeding, I clenched my teeth together until I felt my teeth burst and my jaw was dislocated. My veins in my neck got hard, I thought I was going to burst, I farted, shat and pissed – but I survived. And I also survived when the Negress slowly twisted the needles out of my bruised, green and blue whipped and bleeding tits again. Because that was the only thing that mattered: to survive.
I was untied, I fell to the ground, Nero was above me, licking my still tied udders, my head, my ass. With one abrupt movement the negress pulled the tape from my mouth, which I screamed in surprise and pain. But finally I was allowed to spit out the gag, only to be forced with harsh and ruthless orders to lick, suck, put in my mouth and swallow everything – and really everything: my excrement, Nero’s excrement and the blood on the floor.
To give the film a nice and conciliatory ending, as the negress said, the negress removed the cable ties with a pair of pliers so brutally that I couldn’t help screaming again. And I screamed when at last the blood flowed into my breasts again and my body was fully restored, albeit in miserable pain. I was allowed to shower and clean myself (everything was filmed) before the fat woman sat down on my face and let me lick her to a climax (she came very quickly and she was very wet and aroused), only to give me a long and bitter stream of urine right in my mouth. I swallowed. And after swallowing, I licked it further to another climax, which she helped to sustain by rubbing the clitoris hard until it not only came but cumed profusely, which I also swallowed. And I swallowed too, as she used an enema of her own urine to help her defecation and emptied herself completely in my mouth and over my face.
Bleeding and dirty, gasping for air and howling terribly, I remained cowering on the floor. Nero barked as the three left the room.
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VII
PRISON
How long I stayed in my prison, I cannot say in conclusion. The bright spotlight remained on day and night, and since the room had no windows, my time passed without me being able to pin it on external factors. My physical wounds healed, my tattoo on my head encrusted, my longing for Hank remained. At irregular intervals the young man came and brought food. Mostly mashed potatoes, beans and some fruit. My body regenerated, and since I applied cream several times a day, my skin also nourished and became soft and tender again.
Then one day (or night) the Negress came alone. She was still wearing her pink robe, which was covered with dirt, and ordered me to put on handcuffs, whose fit she checked before she pushed the iron gate aside. I knelt before her.
“Your hair has grown back a little. We have to shave you. Your big day is coming up, we have to prepare you!”
She foamed my head and began to carefully scrape me with the razor.
“May I ask you something, mistress?”
“Go for it!”
“What’s happening to me?”
“We sell you! The movies so far have only served to drive up the price. Cunts like you are precious!”
I was honored. And proud.
“Will I see Hank again?”
She laughed. “Yes, he wants to see you one last time when you get dog fucked. After that he’ll make the deal, maybe he’ll turn you in, but in the end he’s done with you. He’ll probably never touch you again. You fucked that up, but so what?”
Yeah, I knew that too. “Will that money be enough to make up for what I did to him?”
“Oh, yes. And more. Don’t worry, you’ll make Hank rich.”
“Who buys me?”
“I don’t know. There is no firm buyer yet, only interested parties and bidders. Certainly a rich man or several. Maybe dog breeders. Or movie producers. Or maybe a very rich married couple who will hire you. The darknet loves illegal stuff. And nothing you do in the future will be legal.” She laughed. “I don’t even know if you’re going to stay here in the US. Mexico or Colombia is a very thriving market. Also Russia or the Arab Emirates. You’ll see the world, sweetheart!”
I swallowed and grief overcame me. I began to sob.
“I would like to stay here!”
“Well, I don’t think so! You will be here for a few days, but then the bids must be ready. If two or more identical bids exist, we invite the bidders. To do so, they must already have deposited half of the offer to buy. Then everyone can test you. Maximum three hours. Mostly the sows get filmed. Anything but permanent damage is allowed.
“So there will be no blood?”
“Sometimes yes. You can be beaten or whipped, many people want to see how the goods react to drugs, bruises or nipples nailed on wood, even pulled out toenails are allowed, but not severed fingers or anything that won’t grow back. If you are injured, we will spare you for a few days until you are restored and fit for duty. The films become the property of the bidder, and they naturally want undamaged and good-looking goods in the film.”
Now I wasn’t sobbing anymore, I was crying. I was afraid.
The negress washed my head and put cream on me. “You will have unspeakable experiences, I can assure you.” She built herself up close in front of me. “But today is about something else. We’ll have to practice a bit to make sure you get an even better price.” She opened her dressing gown and slipped it on her back. “Look at me!”
I looked the negress in the eye.
“Let your gaze wander over my body Go!”
I looked at her hanging udders, which were almost hanging over her belly button. The fat bulges at her waist were enormous and her thighs were more like those of a rhinoceros than those of a human. She turned around, bent forward and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Her skin in the cleft was as coarse-grained as an elephant’s. Both holes were unshaven and the long curly hair of the pubic hair was matted, dirty and stinky. In addition, she exuded a smell of acidic sweat and biting urine.
“How do you like me?”
“Oh, very good!” I lied. “I like her!”
The Negress laughed. “Don’t talk shit! I’m a fat pig, I stink and I’m not really human anymore. Am I right?”
I looked at her again and kept quiet.
“You see, you don’t have to lie. Now you can be honest. So: what do you think of me?”
I gathered up my courage and replied, “Disgusting. Fat and unkempt. I never thought a person like you really existed.”
“Very good! This is what you think and feel. And that’s exactly how you will feel every day for the next time. You will find the men who do unspeakable things to you repulsive. And you will reject the practices they demand and find them completely disgusting. No human being licks a stinking dog’s asshole with pleasure and likes to be humiliated, spat on and whipped like some animal. And even if you already have a little bit of practice as a piece of dirt, it costs you overcoming every time. Am I right?”
I nodded.
“You see! Now it’s all about you begging and yawing for what disgusts you so much. You will tell me what I want to hear, and all your disgust, your shame, your aversion you will put aside. And if I don’t believe you, I will punish you. We have time, lots of time, but remember one thing: I will love to punish you. And we’ll film it, and you’ll make me happy. So if you really hate me from the bottom of your heart, you better learn fast, because then I will spare you. Do you understand?”
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